#osasuna

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stay with me

[cottonlemonade]

When Atsumu and his brother were still kids, the older boy vividly remembered overhearing a conversation between their parents. Apparently, the school had called to invite them to the principal's office to talk and all that stuck in his head from that day was his dad turning to his mom with sigh, saying, "I just hope it's not about the good one."

Since then, Atsumu had been wrestling two wolves within himself - one rational and one wildly delusional - to figure out which twin their dad had referred to.

And the exact feeling of turmoil from back then boiled up inside him again now as he strained his ears to listen in as you told your best friend about your embarrassing crush during lunch in the classroom.

"Nono.", he just heard you say, "It's the eyes, you know? He can be so focused when he wants to. It's so hot when he locks in."

You definitely meant him, right?

"It's also", your friend added, "that you kinda just don't expect that kind of skill from him. He always looks so lazy."

"Exactly!"

Lazy? Hm, that did sound more like Osamu. Goddammit, he should've eaten that jerk in the womb when he had the chance.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw you get up and smooth out your uniform before making your way over to him.

This was it. This was the moment. In anticipation of a breathless and blush-filled and adorably stuttered confession, Atsumu leaned back in his chair, one arm casually slung over the back like he'd seen countless bad boys do in anime.

"Hey, Tsumu?"

"Yes?", he asked slowly, and pretended to look at his nails.

"Do you think you could give me Suna's number?"

If it wasn't for the fact that the chair was attached to the table, giving it plenty of stability to hang onto, Atsumu would have fainted right then and there.

"SuNa?", he half-screeched, then cleared his throat, "Suna?"

"Yeah, he-"

"He's not interested!", Atsumu interrupted quickly and a little too loudly and ducked his head when he saw your shoulders slump.

Damage control!

"But like… ya and I can totally go out. If ya want, I'll wait for ya after practice and walk ya home, sound good?"

Later at the school gate, Atsumu sat on the low wall by the bike racks, his leg bouncing uncontrollably. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to shake off Osamu and Suna who were talking about something boring amongst themselves. Until Atsumu asked his friend, "How do ya feel about y/n?"

Suna knew exactly where this was going, Atsumu wasn't exactly subtle about his crush.

"I dunno.", the middle blocker shrugged, "I've never thought about her this way, but now that you mention it, she is pretty cute."

The two boys stared at each other for several moments. Atsumu wasn't about to have his chubby delight taken from him on a whim!

"What do ya want?", he asked, defeated.

"That depends. What do you have to offer?"

"This is stupid! I know ya don't like her like that! Just… say yer gay or something, if she asks ya out!"

Suna exchanged a quick glance with Osamu, then focused back on Atsumu. "Again, what's in it for me?"

Atsumu thought hard. "Ya can have my dessert for… three weeks."

"Well, looks like I'll only be gay for three weeks, then."

Osamu snorted but turned it into a cough the second his brother glared at him.

"Ya can't be serious."

"Try me, babe.", Suna said flatly.

"Fine. Til graduation."

They fist bumped on their deal.

Just then, you rounded the corner and Suna blindly jumped into Osamu's surprisingly ready arms.

For a moment you stood frozen to the spot, looking at the scene before you.

Suna planted a peck on Osamu's cheek and Atsumu let out a nervous laugh, "He he, g-get a room, you two! - Ahem. Shall we?"

[bowtiepasta]

you and suna have an arrangement.

sworn on pinkies when you were sixteen, one that came to fruition on a sweaty saturday in his mother’s backyard, beneath dappled shade with grumbling stomachs and minds distant with things you only worry about when you’re that age.

the same day that he decided to tell you, albeit reluctantly, how he felt about osamu.

you had lied through your teeth. dug up all the joy you could possibly muster, finding out your best friend was in love with your other best friend. it didn’t help that you had yet developed the courage, to confess to either, about your very own feelings.

you told him you liked atsumu. a white lie.

you knew most of the girls at school thought he was cute. he grew into his features, as did the boy who shared his face. being around for that growth spurt made you immune to the wiles your friends often claimed he had. but it was an easy out.

suna slept on a futon in his own room that night, hope laden whispers plucking you awake from his bed every other minute. the first agreement, unspoken:

you were going to help each other.

his mother was thrilled the next morning, when you walked out of his room together, linked not only by the pinkies, but all the other fingers with it.

there was an awkward talk at breakfast, cut short by a tug at your arm and a hurried suna. empty excuses of being late to school fell on deaf ears. the look on the teachers’ faces were priceless, stunned at their little delinquent’s newfound punctuality.

you’re not sure he even noticed. he was too busy grinning from ear to ear, chest puffed up with pride at the assumptions everyone made. the ones they made automatically with you at his side.

it was a nice feeling, showing up to class on his arm, spotting two curious tufts of hair shuffling about at the back of the room, trying to see above the crowd. suna beamed at you, a winner’s smile.

the same smile that helped you decide the arrangement did in fact, work for you too. you’d have agreed to anything if it made him that proud.

even though he didn’t ask, if you agreed. didn’t ask, what you thought of the plan. he assumed, like most people in that classroom had done. you were happy to oblige either way. you couldn’t take back the lie if it clawed its own way up your throat.

the terms are muddy, sure.

muddier than you must’ve anticipated, because the arrangement somehow survives all throughout high school. it even bleeds into your college life.

you go to parties as his girlfriend, hand hooked in the fold of his elbow the same way it would be if this was real. your housemates know him as the man who sneaks into your room through the window, to press his lips to yours and make you forget about the stress of graduating even for just a second.

except that isn’t what happens. not actually.

he climbs in and latches it closed, another unspoken thing that’s crawled into your life and settled between your ribs the same way he has: routine.

suna sifts about your things, asking about them as he pokes his nose in places you wouldn’t dare let anyone else. he teases you about the lingerie in your drawer, asks who you got it for, doesn’t wait for an answer.

it’s his version of small talk. a replacement for the things he doesn’t do. he may not ever kiss you, but he sure does make you forget. he is as much your friend as the person you love, after all.

the night ends the same way it always does. with stories sniffled into your shoulder about who osamu kissed at the party yesterday, or who he had talked to that weekend instead of suna.

even though it hurts to keep, it’s hard to let go of. the arrangement, that is. it’s the invisible string between you now. the reason you keep in touch. the string that, if broken, might mean letting go of him too.

it might sound silly, but you and osamu didn’t have that. and you had to let go of him years ago.

you and atsumu became an unlikely pair. you were the person who helped him bleach his hair for the first time, consequently the only person he trusts to do it even now. with you attending the same university, he buys you lunch in exchange for your afternoon.

the ruse had to be given up at some point. so you give it up over boxes of takeout, letting everything from that long forgotten saturday spill out to the boy you would’ve never told if given the choice, like a leaky tap left running as your hands rake through his hair.

you expect him to gape at you in shock. to chastise you for including him in it, to pull the rug out from under your friendship. to your surprise, he just laughs.

“y’know, i used to think you two were terrible liars,” atsumu chuckles, “turns out you’ve been lyin’ to all of us for over a decade. and i’m the idiot sittin’ here halfway through a dye job findin’ out.”

for some reason, after you confess that you and his brother drifted apart, he takes it upon himself to tell you everything you’ve missed. every thing.

in a single afternoon and a large tub of bleach, you are caught up on the past five years of osamu’s life.

how he continued playing intermural sports despite becoming a culinary arts major. all the partners he’s had both romantically and sexually since then. his falling out with their mother and how neither of the twins are in contact with her anymore.

atsumu convinces you to go out that weekend, under the guise that he wants to distract you from your problems. he doesn’t mention that he’s pulling a stunt that could rewrite three different lives.

you’re nursing a drink you don’t remember ordering when you spot him across the room, and for a second you think you might be way over tipsy for seeing what you are, then there’s the suspicious tilt of osamu’s head as he crosses the room to say hello.

you hadn’t planned to see him. atsumu can’t say the same, if the shift in his posture is anything to go by.

“hi,” he greets, sounding painfully alike to how you remember. it renders you unresponsive, and for once you’re thankful for the friendly nudge of atsumu’s elbow before he slips out of the bar.

osamu gives you an apologetic look, and the sincerity of it kills the doubt worrying at your insides, especially when he follows it with an offer to walk you home.

you fall into step beside him, wondering how he seems to know the way without instruction. the lie you’ve been living in suddenly feels too narrow to stand in.

the years between you collapse. middle school lockers, college apartments, borrowed clothes that never made it back to their owners.

you notice that he went back to his natural color, huffing a laugh at the contrast to atsumu’s life choices. he gives you a questioning look, and you don’t know this, but the nostalgia of the grin you respond with nearly makes him topple over right then and there.

there are other things you don’t know.

the first is that he’s missed you, more than you realize.

the second is that he bailed on a date, to be here.

the last is that he regrets not spending as much time alone with you, because even under the harsh light of street lamps, drunk out of your mind, osamu still thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

you make a last minute decision to kiss him on your porch, and there is nothing in the world that could’ve stopped him from returning the favor.

disoriented is not an adequate enough word to describe how you feel the morning after.

you remember kissing osamu, you remember waking up in your own bed with him beside you. you hope to god nothing else came after, for suna’s sake.

the pit in your stomach grows when you check your phone to fifteen missed calls from the man himself, soldifying your decision to remove yourself from the picture. the very complicated, messy picture.

the one suna’s been trying to frame for the past four years.

you can’t afford to leave campus, and you have to conserve some form of self respect, so you opt for emailing the housing office about switching dorms.

once that’s over with, you block the only two people you’ve ever known love for.

…

why are you avoiding him?

you’ve been dodging suna’s calls. each and every one of them gets sent to voicemail. none of his texts are getting through, his initial worry eventually giving way to annoyance. how hard is it to pick up the phone?

something must’ve happened, because he’s never seen this before. you’ve had funks: academic ones, social ones. those, he’s been around for.

misplaced is the closest he can get to describing how he feels about this new territory.

he isn’t used to not knowing.

you’ve always been the open book. being bad at vulnerability and scared of intimacy is suna’s job. he has seen it as his role in the friendship for as long as he’s known you. which is, a very long time.

when it hits the two week mark, he decides to take a leap of faith. he hasn’t gone in a while, but he walks, a bundle of layers and scarves, the way to your dorm.

he hits a dead end as your roommate slams the door in his face, no explanation whatsoever. not even a thank you for not using the window this time.

he heads home with less hope and more worry, deciding to stop pestering you about it for the time being. he hopes that if you really need him, you’ll come find him. you know where to look.

a pit of anxiety has fully settled at the bottom of his stomach by the time osamu shows up at his door.

that night, suna rintarou comes to two revelations.

it was difficult enough loving one person, he didn’t think that loving two was even possible.

not for him, at least.

not until now.

he isnt even mad when he finds out you kissed samu. he’s proud mostly, that you had the balls to what he himself was too scared to try. god knows he had plenty time and place and didn’t take the opportunity.

osamu puffs out shallow breaths into the cold air, in nothing but a worn out t-shirt and shorts, in the middle of the fucking winter. his eyes are bloodshot, and rintarou wants to kiss them closed.

it all snaps into place in seconds.

for both of them, it seems, because suna’s trek to your house in the snow is not one he makes alone.

a new arrangement is made, this time without you:

they will fix this, no matter what it takes.

by the time they reach your front door the boys are dusted with snow from the tops of their heads to the soles of their feet. they don’t feel the cold, though.

they share a first look at each other since deciding to make the walk over, coming to the realization that both of them are scared shitless of the idea of losing you.

before he can even think it, osamu beats him to it, slipping his hand into rintarou’s and interlocking their fingers, giving a reassuring little squeeze.

there is only one thing left to do now. tell you the truth, and hope they’re not left wanting.

[kurorotic]

🍙 rintarou's favorites from the miya photo album featuring his husband and their little onigiri ball 🍙

@hybridbarbiecar and i brain rotted SO hard about baby yoshiro being a mini clone of his daddy 🥰💖 and rintarou is forever taking pics of them!!

🎨 was commissioned from jackie_himechan 💕💕💕

[mangosane]

dude in my class: *points at the haikyuu sticker on my laptop and talks to me about it*

dude: were you one of those fans who shipped kageyama and hinata together?

me: *laughs* no i never did that

the safari tabs on my phone during that exact moment:

[codedragons-world]

Being in a poly relationship with osamu and rinn agggghhhh

You all absolutely love each other to death. Both of them got together first, being in the same team and all. It was very easy for them to bond and talk to each other because of their shared interests. They eventually confessed which led them to living together after high school.

You, on the other hand met them in college. They weren't really that open about their relationship and everyone thought they were just reaallly touchy friends, even you. But when you saw them behind the basketball court full on making out, you couldn't help but feel jealousy and shock. Both of them were just soo attractive, it would be surprise if half the campus didn't want to get in their pants.

They spot you looking at them and rather than being shy, they started making out even nastierr.

This led to them taking an interest in you since you were the only one who knew about their relationship.

How did you join the couple though? It started with you making eye contact with them even across the campus and just noticing them in general. They were also the ones giving you mixed signals.

Always talking to you/about you in group conversations, dancing with you in parties and excusing it as "it's ok everybody dances like this". No, two friends absolutely do not sandwich a girl between them and making flirty remarks.

You eventually gave up trying to keep it all together and started flirting back. It led to all three of you hanging more with each other.

They weren't just flirty though, whenever you would catch a cold. Osamu would be the one showing up at your door with soups and medicines. During extremely stressful days, rin would try his absolute best to cheer you up by cracking jokes, treating you to your favorite foods, even sometimes helping you solve your readings and mocks.

This went for a semester straight and then the tension just became too much. You were frustrated and even scared that maybe they don't want a third between them but it all went out the window when rintaro kissed you while osamu was licking all over your neck. It was a simple hangout at your apartment but due to all the teasing, you gave in first and confessed your feelings to both of them. They weren't shocked at all, ecstatic even.

I think the sexual dynamic between y'all would be pretty cute where rin would be like a power bottom with you and samu being quite submissive. Samu would absolutely be a switch leaning towards topping a lot of the time.

I think osamu also enjoys just being able to spend time with you and rin and wouldn't mind just satisfying you both.

They absolutely adore you though, they love eating you out and fingering you.

For nicknames, I think rin would use princess and baby a lot. He would absolutely call osamu his princess while giving him orders in bed. He would call you baby when he wants something out of you or is just feeling good but would call you brat or y/n when he's upset with you.

Osamu would call you 'my angel' when addressing you in bed and baby in a normal setting. He calls rin by his name or sweetheart normally and darling when in bed.

They also love picking you up and seeing you in their clothes. I think rin would absolutely steal both of your shirts and sleep with them on.

Osamu also loves buying both of you lingerie. I can see Rintaro enjoying it even more than you and even asking samu to buy him cat ears, maid outfits, super skimpy police officer costumes. I just think he would be pretty open to exploring a lot of kinks and toys too.

Ughhhh I want to write sooo much more but I don't have time. Would definitely try to write some smut when I have time😏

[catladykt13]

keep on going, rest properly as you go, one day your efforts will pay off.

[toastyyjams]